Page 142 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
“You are happy to be going home,” Erika says. “Aren’t you?”
“Yeah, but I don’t want to leave Wyatt. My family is the reason I’ll be apart from him.”
“Not to mention school,” Erika replies. “Weren’t you the one who encouraged him to become a star? You always knew you’d be apart.”
“Yes, but...”
“He’s eager to get back into performing,” Erika continues to dig. “You wouldn’t want to stand in the way of that?”
“Of course not,” I blurt, breathless. “I’ve never wanted him to quit.”
“Good,” Erika says with a clap. “We’ll give you some time to say goodbye. This trip down memory lane wasn’t going to last forever.”
I sigh, hunching forward in sadness and resolve. “Okay. I guess this is it then. I was just hoping for more time.”
Randall grins. “You already pushed back your trip by a few days. Aren’t you grateful for that?”
I nod at the carpet. “Yeah, of course. Thank you.”
“Josie!” Wyatt calls from the table.
I look over and he’s craning his neck and waving me over. I wince when he swiftly winces and rubs his neck.
Oh, this boy. I wish he wouldn’t put himself in pain just for me.
“Please,” Erika says, gesturing at the table as she makes her way over with her bubbly liquid. “Join us one last time.”
Wow, she’s being so nice. It really is over for me.
Wyatt taps Thea’s shoulder, who sits on his other side. “Do you mind moving for Josie?”
Thea promptly complies, moving to the other side of the table.
I mumble a thank you, and shrink into the dining chair.
“Hey, I’ve missed you,” he says, leaning over and kissing my cheek. “How was the spa?”
“Umm.” I look over at where Portia and Jenna sit. I then lower my voice to say, “Actually, I had an interesting chat with Jenna instead. I’ll tell you about it later.”
Wyatt’s eyebrows lift. “Oh, okay. All good I hope.”
I nod. “It was hopeful, to say the least.”
“Okay, I guess you’ll explain later. I met up with Savanna. She says hi.”
“I’m sorry I missed her.”
“She gave me her seal of approval to fly and get back to work.”
It takes me by surprise. “Wow, really?”
“I know. First, they didn’t want me to leave the clinic. Now, I’m improving like crazy.”
I interlace my fingers between his. “I’m so happy for you.”
A man wedges between me and Wyatt, places a document in front of Wyatt, and says, “You just missed an initial here.”
“Oh.” Wyatt picks up a pen and scribbles a WH by the man’s index finger.
